Big Sister

Georgia has been slowly adapting to her role as big sister. Her enthusiasm to hold Sebastian's hand (albeit a bit too tight) and eagerness to greet him when she arrives home from school, had made me believe that she was happy about having a sibling. But her more frequent meltdowns and temper tantrums have made it obvious that she is not completely pleased with the changes.

And I try to remain patient. As her anger is usually directed at me. Testing and testing...to see how far she can push me. But I try to remember what a wise person said to me during my pregnancy. "Imagine if your husband came home with another women and advised you that you would now be sharing him." Pretty awful thought. G has always been used to being the center of my universe.

Today, after a particularly difficult lunch (lots of whining, no eating and rice everywhere), I thought it better upon arriving at pre-school to warn her teacher that it was one of those days. Teacher Gabriela responded by telling me that Georgia has not been misbehaving at school. But that she had been wanting to talk to me. And she, quite simply, declared, "Georgia is sad." And I, quite simply, started to cry.

I was told that yesterday my outgoing little girl went and sat quietly in the corner and wept. "I want my Mommy." I thought I was doing a pretty good job as a new mother of two. And as I tearfully write this, I ask myself.

How can I do better?